


Hot Springs

by deanandsam



Category: Supernatural
Genre: AU, Brothels, F/M, Singer's Establishments
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-08-26
Updated: 2019-01-30
Packaged: 2019-07-02 19:07:50
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 4
Words: 4,943
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15802734
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/deanandsam/pseuds/deanandsam
Summary: Dean has been adopted by Bobby Singer and helps run his business empire. Everything ticks over like clockwork until one day a young stranger arrives.





	1. Chapter 1

A red hole appeared smack in the middle of the man’s forehead.

‘Still got the touch,’ Dean smirked.  
He turned towards the two men at his back, their grins accompanying that of their boss.  
‘You always were a crack-shot, kid. Took to shooting like a duck to water.’ 

The older of the two men clapped Dean on the shoulder. ‘Real proud of you boy.’  
‘Not so much with the boy, Jeb. I’m all grown-up now.’

‘Get off back to the club, kid. Dave and I’ll clean up here,’ Jeb said, insisting with the ‘kid’. He delivered a kick to the recent corpse lying on the ground. ‘Some chains and a chunk of concrete and we‘ll never see his ugly mug again. Fucker!’

‘The shipment will be arriving this afternoon,’ Dave chipped in. ‘We know how you like to greet the newcomers in person, Dean. Never thought the human touch would end up being way more profitable than threats.’

‘You gotta know how to treat the ladies,‘ Dean winked. ‘The carrot gets more rewards than the whip. Though that has its uses too, when applied with talent.’

The three men shared a last chuckle, then Dean made his way back to his car while Jeb and Dave dealt with the dear departed!

 

The man he’d killed already forgotten, Dean slipped into his Porsche.  
It wasn’t the first person he’d terminated, nor would it be the last. The family’s establishments were strictly monitored. The girls certainly weren’t to be roughed up to strangulation point by drugged-up clients.  
Singer’s Establishments offered all kinds of services, even the most extreme, but only if the girl was okay with it, which Bella had definitely NOT been.

 

The brothel ‘Hot Springs’, the Dakota section of Robert Singer’s vast empire, was a flourishing business.  
Many criminals reckoned organized prostitution was something which belonged to the past, turning up their noses at it, believing there were far more profitable, modern ways of making money.

Once Dean had asked Bobby why he hadn’t considered diversifying his business.  
The reply had been short and simple. ‘My grandpa back at the turn of the last century started out by opening a modest ‘house’ in Sioux Falls. What was good enough for my forebearers is good enough for me. The money rolls in as it is, I don’t need to go looking for trouble with drug-runners and slavers.’

That the money flowed into the organization’s bank accounts was true. Singer’s brothels were busier than a toy store at Christmas. 

As he drove, Dean imagined pleasurably what the new women might be like.  
They had scouts out recruiting young girls who had just taken to the streets or had run away from home, offering them a job, before drugs and the horror of having to prostitute themselves there, reduced any beauty they had to ‘hag’ level.  
Some of them refused, but the majority accepted the deal. 

In exchange for becoming one of Singer’s girls, they got a barrowload of perks, and when it came to retiring, which for the women was when they were still young enough to find a regular job, they got a lump sum and even a small pension.

Dean always liked to greet the newcomers himself, his good looks favourably impressing those who were still in trepidation at handing their lives over to Singer and co.  
Although he had an apartment in Sioux Falls, and not only, Dean lived on the ranch. He’d grown up here and the people who lived and worked for Singer had become his family.  
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

After a shower and a change of clothes, he made his way to the entrance hall, where Ellen was already waiting.

‘Dean,’ she nodded. ‘Do we know how many girls are arriving?’

‘I was told eight,’ Dean replied with a shrug.’ But you know how these things go. Sometimes one or two change their minds. It’s their loss. Better here than taking their chances on the street.’  
‘Amen to that,’ Ellen replied, remembering her own dangerous life before she’d ended up as one of Bobby’s girls.

 

The cloud of dust on the horizon announced the arrival of the van. It pulled up smoothly at the front entrance.

‘Dean,’ the driver said with a grin, getting out of the cab. ‘Got some real pretty ones here, plus a little surprise.

Raising an eyebrow, Dean stared at him. Things were always planned out to a tee, surprises were the exception rather than the rule.  
‘A surprise?’ he repeated, but Ted, the driver, had moved away to attend to his cargo.

At the opening of the side door, the girls began to climb out one after the other until all eight were lined up in front of Dean.

With a charming smile, he strode forward, his shrewd eyes assessing the merchandise.  
Although the girls were well-treated, at the end of the day Singer’s was a business, and the human assets had to be vetted just like any in other activity.

He could see they were agitated, worried that the deal offered them might be bait for death at the hands of some pervert, but somehow at the sight of Dean’s smile they calmed down, as he knew they would.

‘Ladies, Welcome to Singer’s Establishment. I know you’re all a little anxious right now, but don’t worry. Soon you’ll feel right at home.  
:  
By this time Ellen had stepped forward to stand at Dean’s side.  
Nodding to the girls, she introduced herself. ’My name’s Ellen and I’ll be looking after you. Now if you’ll just come along with me, we’ll get you settled in.’

Exchanging glances, the girls slowly followed after her, encouraged by her business-like manner, while Dean studied their asses as they turned and walked towards the doors.  
They seemed adequate enough, even if half of them were too skinny. Dean liked his women with curves in the right places, though he knew not all the clients were on his same wave-length.

He shrugged. There would be a week’s training before they got a first client to deal with. In any case Ellen knew how to do her job.  
Once the little group had disappeared into the building, he turned back to the driver.

‘Said you had a surprise, Ted?’

‘Come on out,’ the driver called. There was a shuffle from inside the van and a young guy exited the vehicle.  
Well, it was definitely a surprise, though Dean couldn’t have said exactly what kind!

‘Is this a joke?’ he asked, glaring at Ted.

‘Found the kid on a street corner where I was picking up the girls. He insisted he come too,’ Ted replied.

‘Uh…and you let him?’ Dean asked incredulous.

Ted sighed. ‘Dunno, man. He said he was looking for work and I kinda felt sorry for him.’  
‘Sorry for him? Didn’t know we were turning into a charity, dude! Get him back in the van and leave him where you found him.’

 

‘No, please. Don’t send me back. I’ll do anything. Odd jobs, gardening, anything….’’ the kid burst out with a mangled cry.  
Dean cocked his head and studied him. Torn jeans, a stroppy shirt and a jacket that could have come only from a charity shop.

The bone structure of his face had a whiff of exotic about it, topped off by a head of artlessly tousled hair. He was as tall if not taller than Dean himself, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. If the ranch had been a male brothel, the kid would’ve been a catch, but here was female only. The clients seemed to like it that way and Bobby had never thought to change it.

‘A job, huh! Just how did you know my driver here was going to be picking up new girls today?’  
‘I asked around, looking for work and I overheard there might be a chance out here if I could convince the driver to take me.’

‘Sorry, kid. To get a job here you have to have good boobs and a perky ass. You’re definitely missing the boobs and I can’t judge your ass beneath the rags you’re wearing. Now, I think I’ve wasted enough time with you…. you got a name?’

‘It’s Sam.’  
‘Sam.’ Dean hesitated a moment, the name bringing back faint, forgotten memories of another life.  
‘I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. If I go back he’ll….’

To this day, Dean couldn't fathom why he didn’t kick the kid back into the van, but he didn’t.

‘Fine,’ he sighed after a moment’s meditation. ‘You can report to Ellen. She’ll find work for you to do. There’s always something needing repaired.’ He raised a warning finger. ’If I find anything shady going on, you won’t be sent back this time, but you might end up with an extra hole in your body. I’ll have no qualms in putting it there myself.  
You got that kid. Anyone who betrays my trust doesn’t live long enough to take another breath.’

The boy gulped, but he nodded. ‘I understand. And thanks.’

‘Be sure you do.’ Dean threw in the last word before making his way inside, the boy at his heels.  
:  
There was a luxurious waiting area just inside the doors. ‘Take a seat. I’ll tell Ellen to send someone for you. You got a phone on you? ‘  
‘No.’  
‘Fine. Cos you’d have had to hand it over.’

 

With that Dean made his way through the door marked private. He needed to think. Why had he agreed to letting the kid stay? It irked him that he had no rational explanation for having done so. However, if he turned out to be a plant from some other organization, it’d be child's play to get rid of him.

Dean didn’t worry about Sam being sent by the police. With the benefits they received in flesh, and not only, he had no fear of that!

:  
Sam sat on the edge of the padded chair. He’d managed to get into the place but this Dean person looked as if he meant every word he said. If he wasn’t careful, he’d bite a bullet. He was caught in the middle, damned if he did, damned if he didn't.  
tbc


	2. Chapter 2

Contrary as to how one would expect an office to be furnished in a luxurious bordello for rich clients, Dean’s boasted only the bare essentials. The furnishings consisted of an antique desk, two chairs for visitors, a few oil paintings of classic cars, a comfortable couch and a huge flat tv.

Although ostensibly a place of work, Dean saw it as his man-cave. When he came into this room, he wanted to get away from everything. Relax for a while before getting back to business.  
He sank down onto the couch and undid his tie. He liked to present himself in as professional a way as possible where work was concerned. It was easy to give out the wrong vibes in an establishment which dealt exclusively with sex.

Dean didn’t partake of the employees’ charms, though some of the girls had seriously made him want to rethink his golden rule of ‘no tasting.’  
But he’d resisted temptation. He had an on-going relationship with Cassie, a feisty aspiring journalist who worked out of Sioux Falls. She was often away on the paper’s business, never refusing an assignment in the hope her hard work would get her to the top of her profession, which suited Dean just fine.  
The last thing he needed was a clingy relationship.

She didn’t know his true occupation. He’d presented himself as a car salesman, which was factual, as he’d invested some of his money in a salesroom selling luxury cars, though he hardly ever went there himself, leaving the day-to-day running to a manager.

 

Sighing happily, he threw his head back on the sofa’s cushions. Life was good. He had everything he could desire. Bobby loved him like a son.  
Ellen, although once a prostitute herself, had been like a mom to him, listening to his problems growing up and giving him advice which, he mused wryly, he’d rarely acted on. However, he’d taken to life at Hot Springs like a duck to water.

Glancing out of the window, he noticed Lisa with her baby walking across the garden..  
The girls were provided by the house doctor with all the latest contraceptives, but despite that, once in a blue moon an accident happened. Lisa had been offered an abortion, but she’d wanted to keep the kid.  
Ben was a year old now, his dad probably one of Lisa’s clients, though she insisted she didn't know who.

She was back at work, her body toned up again after sessions in the on-site gym; popular with the clients who found her ‘bendy’ body an extra perk.

The standards were high at Hot Springs, though. If Lisa hadn’t been up to scratch, she’d have been pensioned off. Business was business, after all.

 

Dean had a soft spot for little Ben.  
His memories were still hazy of the ‘before’ time, but he was convinced he’d held a baby in his arms who meant something to him.  
Recently, he’d taken the decision to stop trying to remember the past, accepting that he’d probably never get those childhood memories back, though it rankled no end that he’d lost them. He hadn’t even been able to recall his last name. Not that it mattered now. He was Dean Singer. Bobby had adopted him years ago.

 

The trill of his phone jolted him out of his reverie. It was Bobby.  
‘Did the shipment arrive okay, Dean?’  
‘Smooth as silk, dad. All eight turned up. Good-looking girls, or they will be when Ellen finishes prettying them up.’

Bobby’s gruff voice gave a harrumph. ‘Best thing I ever did hiring that woman. She keeps those girls in line with an iron fist.'

‘When are you due back,’ Dean asked. Bobby was off on a tour of his other houses, dotted all over the country.  
‘Couple of days yet. Just got San Francisco to go to. See you then.’  
:  
Dean closed the call. Ellen was a godsend for the business, not to mention the fact that she and Bobby were a couple and had been for years.

 

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Sam sat on the edge of his seat, waiting for the Ellen woman. He’d been lucky to have gotten away with his ridiculous tale of looking for work. Strangely enough the guy at the door had believed him.

‘Very nice,’ Ellen said as she breezed in and began sizing up the boy waiting in the hall. ‘Stand up and turn around.’

‘Uh...,’ Sam stuttered, rising to his full height, uneasy with the woman’s assessing glance.

She strode forward and gripped his chin, examining his features. ‘A real treasure,’ she murmured. ‘Handsome, cute and…. vulnerable. Perfect for the job. Too bad we don’t deal in guys here, but I’m sure we can fix you up in another section.’

By this time, even Sam, in his naivety, had understood she’d mistaken the type of chore he was looking for, and he corrected her.

‘You’ve got it wrong, Miss. I’m looking for a different kind of work. Odd jobs, gardening. Whatever you need.’

A frown came over her still attractive features. ‘I can’t believe Dean let you stay to do odd jobs. How did you get here anyway?’

‘I came in the van with the girls. The driver said you might take me on. I really need the money. I’m a hard worker. Just give me a chance.’

The kid’s eyes were downcast yet totally appealing, much like a downtrodden puppy’s. Ellen felt her maternal instincts rearing their head.

With a sigh, she capitulated. They did actually need someone to fix odds and ends, though the bulk of the maintenance was done by professionals.

‘Fine, if Dean said you could stay, okay. But I refuse to let anyone see you in those rags you’re wearing. Come with me and we’ll see what I can find. Anything’s got to better than them.‘

With a relieved sigh, Sam trotted along behind her.  
Half the battle had been won, now came the hard part.  
tbc


	3. Chapter 3

Sam had been brought up on greasy diner food and charity shop clothes, the latter of which Ellen was now wreaking a change in.

‘Get out of those rags,’ she huffed. ‘Even an odd-job guy has to be in keeping with the standards of our establishment. Good job wardrobe has a supply of clothes to fit most sizes.’ 

She looked over at Sam who was standing there, immobile, as if glued to the floor. ‘Sometimes…things can get a little out of hand… and the clients end up bare-assed. We can supply them with whatever they need. Don’t stand there gawking. Sam...is it? I thought I told you to strip off.’

‘Right here?’ Sam stuttered, his cheeks flushing.

‘You never undressed in front of a woman before?’ she asked, raising an eyebrow.  
‘Uh…. No.’  
‘Not even your mom?’ Ellen smiled.  
Sam shook his head. ‘Never knew her. She died when I was a baby.’

 

Ellen’s maternal instincts, already stimulated by the winsome kid, gained momentum. ‘Oh, Sam. I’m sorry.’

With a shrug, Sam gave a sad smile. ‘It was a long time ago. I don’t have any memories of her.’  
‘You got any other family?’  
‘Just my dad.’  
‘Not on good terms, huh?’ Ellen asked.  
‘You could say that,’ Sam nodded. It was as good an excuse as any.

‘Well, you’re here now and I’m thinking you’ll soon fit right in.’

Yanking out a pair of jeans and a still-packaged shirt, boxers and tee, she pointed her finger towards Sam.  
‘So, you gonna strip or am I gonna have to do it for you?’

Like a deer caught in the headlights, looking for escape, Sam glanced around the room. ‘Is there somewhere I can change?’

Ellen snorted. ‘This is a brothel, boy. We don’t have secrets from each other. Everything’s naked as the day we were born. However, better you go take a shower first. There’s a bathroom behind that door, complete with any amount of soap, shampoo and towels. See you make good use of them all.’

As Sam turned to go, Ellen called after him.  
‘I’ll be waiting for you here, kid, so don’t linger too long.’

 

The shower was pure heaven. Sam couldn’t remember when he’d enjoyed one so much. The tacky motel rooms he was used to certainly didn’t have this level of luxury. He massaged the herbal shampoo into his hair, enjoying the hot water as it sluiced silkily down his body.  
Although he was loath to step out of the bathroom, he knew Ellen would be there waiting for him. He’d already taken her measure as one who kept to what she said.

His bare feet squelching on the tiled floor, he grabbed a towel and passed it over his hair and body, threw it into the basket and tied a dry one around his waist.  
A bitch-face forming on his features, he opened the door to face Ellen, who as he’d prophesised, was seated in an armchair, waiting.

‘Took your time, Sam,’ she said, raking her gaze over him. 

She’d waited out of pure curiosity, wanting to see if the kid’s body stood up to the nude test, and with a mote of admiration, she saw that it did. 

Sam had looked skinny dressed in the loose-fitting, shabby clothes, but naked, his body was finely-muscled with wide shoulders and slim hips. His skin was unblemished and had a golden tinge to it, completely natural, not due to the sun’s rays. 

The teen would be worth a fortune in one of the male brothels which Bobby owned. And if he was still a virgin, as Ellen believed he was, his ‘first time’ could go into the thousands.  
She sighed. Pity the kid was destined for mere maintenance work. Still things had a way of changing.  
:  
‘Here,’ she grinned throwing the pair of boxers at him.  
Taken by surprise, Sam reached out a hand to catch them, causing the precarious towel around his waist to slither to the ground, giving Ellen an appreciative gander at Sam’s groin. 

Well-endowed too, she mused. A true prize.

‘I guess I’ve seen all I need for now,’ she announced. ‘The rest of the stuff’s there. When you’re dressed, go down to the reception and ask Andrea to page Chuck. He’ll show you round the building and gardens, and assign you work.’

With that, she stalked out of the room, leaving Sam to stare after her.  
With a sigh he dressed himself in the skin-hugging jeans, white tee and green-checked plaid.  
A pair of sturdy work boots were sitting at the foot of the chair, which Sam slipped on, amazed that Ellen had assessed his shoe-size perfectly. 

Taking a look in the mirror, he hardly recognised himself. It was amazing what the right clothes could do for you. But Sam didn’t dwell for more than a second on the thought. He had a mission to carry out.

Down in reception, he did as Ellen said, and before long an older guy appeared. ‘You the new hire? I’m Chuck. You’ll be working with me.’  
‘Name’s Sam. Pleased to meet you.’  
Chuck smiled. ‘You got manners, kid. I like that. I think we’ll get on okay. Come on out back. I’ll show you the grounds.’

 

Sam made to follow when he noticed the man who’d hired him stroll out of a nearby door. Their eyes met, but Sam quickly looked away. Now that he’d succeeded in getting inside, the less he gave in the eye to the management, the better.

Dean however, kept his gaze on Sam as he trailed after Chuck. He got the weirdest feeling that the kid was familiar in some way.  
tbc


	4. Chapter 4

Dean glanced at his watch. Eleven thirty. The night had just begun and the salon was gradually filling up. Grimacing, he yanked at his tie. 

He hated having to suit up, but he had to keep in with the luxurious standards of the place.  
In Bobby’s absence, he played host and that put him in the spotlight.

He sipped at his drink, completely ignoring the lascivious glances the girls sent him from under their eyelashes, Dean was easily the best looking man in the room, his perfectly tailored evening suit hugging his body like a second skin. He wasn’t particularly vain, but he didn’t underestimate his handsomeness.

Here, though he always played it cool. He definitely didn’t want to encourage any of the sex workers to see him as a potential Richard Gere to their ‘pretty woman.’  
So far things had been routine, clients checking in, having a few drinks and coupling up with the girl of their choice, and that suited Dean fine. He wasn’t cut out for the small talk some guys seem to enjoy before going upstairs to fuck.  
He preferred the security aspect of the job. Taking out some goon was far more entertaining than talking to assholes who cheated on their wives and demanded the impossible from the girls. 

But just when one thinks it’s all good, the bad presents itself. In this case in the form of Zachariah Angelis.

Angelis ran a group of supermarkets, spread throughout the States.  
Dean couldn’t stand his arrogant ass, but he was an excellent customer, a big spender, popular with the girls too, due to his generous tips. But there was just something about him Dean couldn’t stomach.  
Gossip, which was ripe in the brothel, said Zach was a closet gay, and given how Angelis fawned over him, Dean guessed the gossip was probably true.

‘Dean. Lookin’ good tonight, kid,’ Zach grinned, his eyes raking Dean’s body. ‘Gotta say that suit really does things for you.’ 

That’s why I hate him, Dean mused to himself. The pig looks me over as if I was a tasty morsel. Dean was straight, but even if he’d been gay, Zachariah was the last person he’d give the time of day to.  
Plastering the falsest of smiles on his face, Dean replied. ‘I go to that new Italian tailor down in Sioux Falls. Expensive, but worth every penny.’

Zachariah snorted. ‘I didn’t think you’d have any problem with spending big. This place must make a fortune, not to mention all of Singer’s other establishments.’  
Dean shrugged, hopping Zach would take off and go bother one of the girls. They got well-paid to keep chumps like this happy and contented. As if somehow perceiving Dean’s discomfort, Anna, one of the more experienced girls, sashayed over and slipped her arm under Zach’s, leading him away. She glanced back at Dean with a smile as if to say, leave him to me, which Dean thankfully acknowledged with the raising of his glass.

Exhaling a sigh, he left the bar and strolled into the gaming rooms. The establishment had a license for gambling and there were a few poker games going on.  
He made his way around the room, stopping now and them to watch play. He enjoyed a game himself now and then but tonight he just wasn’t in the mood. He imagined himself back in his office, feet up, a cool beer in hand and no sexed up, lustful clients roaming around looking for the most perverse pleasures they could cajole the women into agreeing to.

That’s when he noticed, the tall kid who’d come in with the eight new girls, earlier that day. He was trying to make himself as invisible as he could while tidying around the room.  
Ellen had kitted him out with decent clothes. The boy definitely scrubbed up well but that made Dean frown.  
Although this was an all-female brothel, he was aware some of the clients had universal tastes and the kid could be a problem. He still wasn’t sure why he’d let the teen remain. Whatever.

If he caused any trouble, getting rid of him wouldn’t be a problem. The male brothels Singer owned were less refined than the female ones. Bobby had an immovable kink about it.’ My granddaddy only dealt with women,’ he’d say, ‘I get that men are a growing sector but I’ll leave that to the managers. As long as they’re profitable, I don’t care how they’re run.’  
They were always on the lookout for fresh meat, so if the kid put a foot wrong, he’d be welcomed there with open arms.

 

He wandered back into the main salon, thankful when he saw Ellen making her way towards him.  
‘What’s up with you, Dean? You look as if someone crapped all over you. You’re supposed to smile at our eminent customers, not frighten them off.’

With a huff, Dean passed a hand over his face. ‘I guess I’m just tired of hanging around in here. I can’t wait till Bobby gets back and takes over.’  
‘You need a vacation, Dean. Why don’t you take some time off? ‘ Ellen said. ‘The place will still be here when you get back.’

‘Don’t tempt me,’ Dean grunted, ‘or I might just take you up on it.’  
‘Go visit with Jo down in California. Sun, sand and complete relax. You know she’d be thrilled to see you.’  
‘We’ll see,’ Dean conceded.  
But for now he couldn't wait for the night to be over.  
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When Chuck told him he could finish up for the night, Sam made his way to the room he’d been given at the rear of the property. Although it was furnished with the basics, it was a hundred times better than what he was used to. With a contented sigh, he sripped off and stepped into the shower, once again luxuriating beneath the spray of hot water which never seemed to run cold.

But before getting into bed, he had a chore to see to first.

After waiting another hour, he shrugged into his jacket and slipped out the door.  
Hesitating in the doorway, his eyes scrutinized the rear of the property, less frequented than the areas where the salon and public rooms were situated. Satisfied that there was no-one around, Sam made his way to the meeting point where his father would be waiting. 

John had cased the estate for days, pinpointing the various cameras around the building, schooling Sam on the best route to the fence where John would be waiting to be briefed.  
Sam approached the tall metal railings through which he could just make out the silhouette of his father’s car. John must’ve had his binoculars trained on the area, for as soon as Sam pressed his body against the fence, John exited the vehicle.

‘Did everything go down okay?’ the older man asked in a low voice.  
‘Yeah. They let me stay. Gave me a job keeping the place tidy.’

‘Good. You remember what you have to do?’  
‘Yeah, dad I remember. It’s not as if this is my first rodeo.’

‘Don’t get too comfortable,’ his father warned. ‘You need to keep on your toes at all times.’  
‘Here,’ John said, slipping a burner phone though the slats. ‘In case there’s an emergency and you need to abort the mission. Don’t use it unless you have to. You better get back. In a week’s time, we’ll meet here again. Hopefully, you'll have the information by then.'

Sam nodded, slipped the phone in his pocket and made his way back to his room. He’d have to find a place to hide it. That guy Dean had warned him about not having a phone on him.

Exhausted, more by the anxiety of the day, than by the work he’d been assigned, Sam fell into a deep sleep.  
Unfortunately for him, someone had been watching.  
tbc


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